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When I published my last blog, I announced that the next entry would either be called The Big Goodbye or
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When I published my last blog, I announced that the next entry would either be called The Big Goodbye or The Backslide. At that time, it was still possible for me to change my mind about going on the road. I have . . .
At that terrifying moment when I realized I had contrived to throw my entire writing file into the trash on my Mac, and then empty it, I froze. It was a Wile E. Coyote moment, discovering I had chased the roadrunner over . . .
I hate facing the blank page. It scares me. And yet I do it all the time. This morning, for example, I have been sitting in front of an empty screen now for about 40 minutes. In the shower, I had an . . .
And Why It Is Not All the signs are there. We spend hours scrolling or swiping left and right, liking andsharing, and inputting cryptic emojis that may have nothing to dowith our intended messages. We write instant messages with aslittle care for . . .
When I published my last blog, I announced that the next entry would either be called The Big Goodbye or
What if you decide that none of these assumptions, habits, or routines do anything for you? You sense that a change has to come. And if you are like me, the change is both alluring and scares the bejesus out of you.
Technically, we are probably not any stupider than in winter, but the heat prevents us from engaging our brains as much as we might otherwise.
At that terrifying moment when I realized I had contrived to throw my entire writing file into the trash on
This is the story of Harley Edison, a man trying to make sense of a world that has passed him by in many ways but impatiently expects him to catch up.
THE SNOW WAS still falling outside, blanketing the streets in its deceptive white, coating the walkways with black ice. On the inside, drifting under the . . .
At the Scene FAR TOO EARLY on a Tuesday morning, unshaved and only just adequately dressed for his station, he arrived at the unfamiliar place . . .
The future is 1976. It hovers just out of reach, only five months away, barely visible on the August horizon but reaching back along the . . .